Invisible
by tamarjacobson
Quote of the day:
When you start spending most of your time alone … it is easy to experience the feeling of physical disappearance. Maybe the reason why writers write – and photographers take photographs – is just to verify if they still exist in the material world. Never Neutral
Last night I shared my vulnerabilities … just a few … with newly forming friends. It was mutual. What a miracle! How often do we come by such a combination? It was warm, welcoming, intellectual, and humorous. It was in real space and time. Not virtual. I felt less invisible, not as anonymous, less longing for my blogging community.
Just for a few hours.
I woke up longing for the intimacy of cyber-world once again.
Have I become addicted?
Or am I able to connect more authentically in the real world since I feel supported by a virtual community?
tamarjacobson 
Joyce, that experience is possible. But then I am almost 58. Does that count? And I’ve walked through fire and rain … and that isn’t over yet either. Smiles.
I.,
No laptops. The reality is good – tres, tres good. I have plenty time for the virtual! I won’t waste a moment of real-time with you and J. Onwards and upwards!
Sweetie —
Assuming our evening is the one in question — next time we’ll bring our laptops and send messages around the table so you can have your tofu miso bowl and eat it too!!
Viva our new friendships!
Love,
I.
Oh, I wish… somehow I find that experience you describe to be so nearly impossible, and I so wish…..